I'm Not Ready

She dictates my every breath
She’ll flatter herself with things like that
Find herself down in debt but I’m not ready yet
She writes down what I’ve said
Puts it in my face 'till I’ve re-read
Say something I forget but I’m not ready yet
No fun, feel sick, no fun…
Hey son why don’cha find your head
She’ll try and call my hand, disconnected and disbanded
She can have what she can find, I might lose my mind
No fun…
I’m not ready yet
Cowards way or be controlled. Do what you’re told…
No fun…
I couldn’t be alone with you
But I could be lonely with you